In response to RDP – Monday – Filter
I was once the moon, that filled the night sky with my luminous eye. I was once the moon that brought sea to shore, faithfully, once more. I was once the moon that eclipsed the fierce sun, when the long day was done. I was once the moon, silent companion, that faded into obscurity during the day. I was once the moon, the promise, in darkness, we find light.
I was once your moon.
I am here.
Find me again.
a dawnbird
Paula Light has suggested we post one thing we love every day during the month of February. I love the idea of serendipity.
There is no other way I can describe how I met my first and last loves except that it was serendipity. I met my former husband when walking across a crosswalk. He made a comment and I noted his Canadian accent. He was thrilled when I did and we started talking. We married eleven years later, had two children, divorced ten years after marriage and remain on good terms.
I do believe I have met the last love I will have, in the most circuitous way. I drove past him, stopped to say hello to someone he was with and several months later, ignited something that has continued for several months despite the tyranny of distance.
To find something that one searches for in the most unexpected way is a feeling like no other, like finding heart shaped rocks and stones, which I do regularly when beach combing or bush walking.
May what your heart desires, find you, too.
Until next time
As always
a dawn bird
The Fascine, Carnarvon, Western Australia
Sail in my heart
crest the waves
you’ll find that safe harbour
where you belong.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Saturday – Nomad
Have you noticed
the moon never leaves the sky
ever watchful, a silent eye
the glare of sun may blur it
clouds too
and when you’re far from me
with just lonely for company
look up and remember
day or night
I placed it there
omnipresent
because I miss you too.
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Lonely
“Paint me a picture!”, she said.
So he did.
He filled the blank canvas with ochre and brown.
They were the only colours his blue eyes knew and loved.
She watched in silence as he painted.
Each stroke flowed, from heart to heart.
a dawn bird
In response to Six Word Saturday
Between Williams and Narrogin, Wheatbelt Region, Western Australia
Last night in the darkness
unable to sleep
I counted sheep
while you were sleeping
your heartbeat, mine
oh! that familiar rhythm
lulled my body
until next time
a dawn bird
In response to Photo a Week Challenge – Sleeping
Focused on the ebb and flow
he rode the waves
while I waited
at the edge
of the edge
of that sacred shore
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Saturday – Waiting
How perfect is a heart that is given when you least expect it?
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Thursday – Most Desirable
Indian Hawthorne, in my garden
She wandered around the garden
filled with empty shrubs
when thoughts of him
caressed her face
warmed it
and her smile
bloomed like spring.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Saturday – Spring
The touch was light
imperceptible, except to eye
as I watched him reach,
where battle lines were once drawn
he stopped awhile
and traced the scars
he didn’t ask how, where or why
I let him wander to the edge
his footfall hesitant,
picking his way through sticks and stones
at the juncture
he paused, and tested yield
and in my eyes
the path of least resistance
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Sunday – Wander
This year
your forever birthday is remembered again
So this morning I woke treading memories
Of where I’ve been
It’s been years
Yet sometimes it feels
I’ve moved on, a day
I wake most mornings alone
While others come and go
Where you once had been
Their warmth is now comforting,
It shouldn’t be, but it is
I’m learning to live guilt free
I recall wrestling with demons was exhausting
they came dressed in well meaning words from friends
in this journey,
life goes on, they said
I’ve found life is not a journey
just as well,
it would had ended long before now
but it didn’t,
somewhere my footsteps faltered
I’m glad they did
I found my home, a new home
to house my body and soul
It has no doors, no gates or windows
The breeze flows
I shut nothing out, nothing in
That’s where, each day, I begin
I reframed the journey,
that common metaphor, into a mirror
it had to be done for me to stand still, and face face
I seek joy in each day
Sometimes in moments like this
finding I now sit comfortably,
in that precarious place
side by side, with pain
And in that moment,
reality takes hold, with each passing day
Grief does not crush
to self, I am true
I am healed, open again
to be loved and to love deeply
Could I have been this brave
Had I not lost you?
a dawn bird
In response RDP – Monday – Daylight
At midnight,
she laughs at the moon, bright as a sun
when his arm anchors her waist
and sets her alight
although she knows
they are poles apart
in mind and heart
yet her limbs yield
again and again
to the magnetic field
his touch
his taste
his eyes
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Lust
Buried
I found lost treasure
this feather, perfect and free
left by an angel, for me
A message in sand
live life light
what falls away makes us free
you don’t need feathers in a hat
just wings,
that no one can see
this,
an epiphany, from an angel
when he left a feather for me.
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Knock
You don’t need arms to hug
sometimes, words will do
a look, too, can be sufficient
or a touch, or text that says,
I’m here for you
A thoughtful gesture
is much like a hug
ordering my second coffee, for instance
without me asking you to
switching sides without complaining, when we sleep
you know I like facing the door
It’s just one of my quirks, we laugh
I’m always thankful, you’ve never asked me to explain more
How about the ordinary?
like a walk along the shore,
or explaining to me patiently, yet again,
the intricacies of that damned alternator, that cost a fortune to fix
Yes, I tell him
we don’t need arms to hug
sometimes words and gestures will do
because together or apart
We means, a me and a you.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Saturday – Hugs
As I sat at the window watching
the sun slipped off the horizon
outside, the palm trees rustled
and the frangipani bloomed
The night, young and warm
much like me once
yes, you knew me then, in the dark
like the frangipani, by perfume
Laughter around me, the genie
I see your presence in a fleeting smile
not yours, but familiar enough
oh! those uneven rolled sleeves and crinkled eyes
How near you are, when I’m far
sitting here, sipping thoughts
from an empty glass,
in a noisy bar
If you were with me
I’d say, like before,
bring out the stars
make my jaded heart sparkle again
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Sparkle
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